Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scientists,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Ludus,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Sun City Girls,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Isaac Hayes,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.